Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Au Revoir, February.

Ima just pretend it's March 1st because I'm over these February blues. Why does the shortest month feel the longest? I don't want to rush through life, but February sucks. Every year. It's probably because I'm sick of winter by this point and have forgotten to take my Vitamin D for weeks now. I want to walk around in the fresh spring air and sun and listen to birds and watch Felix discover this beautiful planet and play in puddles with Niko after school. Until then, poetry helps. I opened my first present to myself today (I wrote about my wrapped pile of books earlier this year)!



I'm not 100% sure how copyright laws go, but I know I can share with you the Kafka quote that opens the book: "The man in ecstasy and the man drowning -- both throw up their arms." I have hopes for this one. TBC

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Créativité Numéro Trois



Okay, I didn't really do anything here, other than give Santa the idea and take some pictures, but just having the idea is my contribution. K found a few maple trees to tap and plans on making beer and a very small amount of syrup to taste. He also made IPA bread last weekend (so good) and is planning his weird contribution to a chili competition (we're going to a specialty meat market this weekend to find ingredients). It's nice to have partnered up with a fellow creative. Life would be so boring without doing things, alone and with your family. I am beginning to hate the TV and even this computer and am longing for spring. Yesterday Felix and I went for a hike with some friends, walking and talking. It was exactly what I needed after so much time sitting, staring at screens. Here's to more and more time outdoors.

Since I didn't do much and this is only loosely related to my creativity goals, I'll throw in an other thing. I made some pickled beets today. I won't bore you with a picture because they really just look like jars of purple something right now. I'm obsessed with fermented foods at the moment, mostly because they are essential to good health and ever since I've made sure to get some good stuff into my gut every day (yogurt, kefir, kombucha, kimchi), my body has felt so much better. I've made ginger carrots, kimchi, and the beets so far. I want to make my own kefir water and kombucha soon. Updates and pictures forthcoming.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Democracy Part II

This is something everyone needs to understand regardless of party lines. The title of the article below is misleading. Many people (men, women, old, and young) don't know or don't care to remember. Human rights do not appear without a fight, nor do they defend themselves.


"Guess what? The Equal Rights Amendment did not pass. It won the two-thirds vote from the House of Representatives in October 1971. In March of 1972 it was approved by the Senate and sent to the states for ratification. It failed to achieve ratification by 38, or three-quarters, of the states. It was not brought to a vote again.

Because of that rejection, sexual equality, with the exception of when it pertains to the right to vote, is not protected by the Constitution. However, in the late 20th century the federal government and all states have passed legislation protecting women’s rights. These protections are not amendments to the Constitution. They, too, can be wiped away with the swipe of a pen.
Please don’t be complacent and too comfortable with your life. Be aware of what has happened over the years, decades and literally centuries to get you here. Women fought and died. People march to make other people aware; pay attention, please, lest you lose it all. Lest we all lose it all."

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Bread Update

I made this last loaf with bread flour. Tell me you're not salivating.

bread not bombs

One Month Down

2017 is one-twelfth over. Time measurements are meaningless, though, so I'm not going to talk about how I'd hoped this year would be better than last, and, just one month in, this year blows. No. Because every day my children are growing and changing and amazing me. Every day, my friends gift me with their love and support. Every minute with my family is an unfathomable blessing. I just need a reminder sometimes, to hold on tightly, to stop and talk (and listen).

A Time to Talk 
by Robert Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, ‘What is it?’
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

Friday, January 27, 2017

Creatividad Número Dos

For Solstice, a dear friend gifted me a generous Amazon gift card. I almost spent it on my children, which is what I spend all my money and my not-money (I used to have names for my credit cards, but now I just curse and swear at them and throw them around the house, but they still won't leave) on. Not this time. This time, I spent the whole thing on me. And guess what? The whole thing was spent on books. I guess that didn't really surprise you. To take this wonderful gift to the next level, and "creatified" it, I did this:



Look at my pretties! Here be gold, if gold was a collection of poetry books with a few nonfiction and one novel thrown in. I've made note on the undersides what genre each book is, but other than that, I'm clueless. Every once in a while throughout the year, I get to pick up a beautifully wrapped gift and surprise and delight myself with the glory of a good book. Not only is my idea creative, it's also very kind - kind of my friend, the gift-card magician, of course, but also kind to myself. Because kindness and love begin within you. Here's to an eternity of beginnings!

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Be kind. Think positive. Do something.

The things that are very possibly about to happen to our planet and the animals that inhabit it (that includes us humans) are terrifying. But we can't wallow in fear. We have to stay positive. We have to be kind. We have to do something.

Doing something doesn't mean you have to become a political activist. At the least, it means you should be kind and generous to the people you are in contact with daily. I say "least" because I think you can do better than that. I think you can pick a cause or an organization or a group of people to help and do so.

Volunteer, donate used items, donate money if you can. Just DO SOMETHING. Please. This is how we will get through this uncertain life together.

I'm sorry to preach. That's not really why I came on here today. I wanted to talk about my sponsor child Ivan.

I've know Ivan for 5 or 6 years now. He lives in the Philippines in a one-room dirt floor hut without electricity. His parents make about $100 a month. He has an older brother and an older sister. He enjoys soccer and drawing. He loves his family, including a bunch of cousins he goes to the beach with in summer. One time, he told me that their Christmas dinner was going to be small and simple but that his mom had told him it didn't matter what they ate as long as they were together as a family.

I am sooooo privileged; it makes me feel so guilty. I try to live simply, for the earth herself but also for Ivan and for the millions like him all over the world (yes, even in our country). Honestly, that's one of a few reasons Thanksgiving has always bugged me. Why such extravagance and waste? Holidays in my home are simple. We make small meals. We focus on our family - watching movies, playing games, going for a walk.

Helping others increases your capacity for compassion and puts your life in perspective. If you still think I'm being preachy...well, oh well, this is my blog after all.